But from whate'er th' observant Moorman heard,69
and from whate'er his prying glance could see,
a settled deadly hate his spirit stir'd,
and evil crave of treach'erous cowardrie:
No sign of change he showed in gest or word;
but with a gay and gallant feigning he
vowèd in looks and words to treat them fair,
till deeds his daring purpose could declare.
The Captain prayed him Pilots to purvey,70
his Squadron far as Indian shore to guide;
so should with wealthy hire and worthy pay
the labourer's toil and moil be gratified.
Promised the Moorman sorely led astray
by ven'omous heart and with such poyson'd pride,
that Death in place of Pilot, at that hour,
his hand had given an it had the power.
So hot that hatred, sharp that enmity,71
wherewith his spirit 'gainst his guests was fraught,
that knew them followers of that verity
by the Seed of David to our fathers taught.
Oh darkling secret of Eternity,
whereof man's judgment may encompass naught!
Why should they never lack perfidious foe,
who such fair symbols of Thy friendship show?
